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remembering the Poppies.
Tue, 11 Nov 2025
Poppy Day is on November 11th because this is Armistice Day, the anniversary of the end of World War I. An armistice was signed on that day in 1918, which stopped the fighting at the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month. The day is a tribute to all those who have died in service since then, with the poppy becoming a symbol of remembrance due to the flowers that grew on the battlefields of WW1.
Remembering what they stood for.
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Now that the days are getting shorter and the nights are getting colder, I would like to use my Monday flower greeting to return to the beginning of the year.
Let us remember when the first flowers appeared in the brown of last year's autumn leaves, when the birds singing greeted us again in the morning and we finally felt the warming sun on our skin.
At this point, this little beauty here, the forget-me-not, was also in full bloom.
And so I wish you many beautiful memories for this week (and not just for this week) and the constant certainty that such moments will keep coming. Especially in times when it seems a little darker and colder.
Jetzt, wo die Zeit beginnt, da die Tage immer kürzer und die Nächte immer kälter werden, möchte ich meinen montäglichen Blumengruß dazu verwenden, nochmals an den Anfang des Jahres zurück zu kehren.
Erinnern wir uns als die ersten Blüten im Braun der Herbstblätter vom letzten Jahr aufgetaucht sind, als uns morgens der Gesang der Vögel wieder begrüßt hat und wir endlich die wärmende Sonne auf unserer Haut gesprürt haben.
Zu diesem Zeitpunkt hat auch diese kleine Schönheit hier, das Vergißmeinnicht, in voller Blüte gestanden.
Und so wünsche ich Euch für diese Woche (und nicht nur für die) viele schöne Erinnungen und die immer währende Gewissheit, dass solche Momente immer wieder kommen werden. Vor allem in Zeiten, in denen es gerade etwas dunkler und kälter wirkt.
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9 years ago today my mother passed away. Her favourite flowers were bluebells and lily of the valley both of which grow in our garden. Her ashes are scattered in a bluebell wood near to where she lived. I found this old photo of her (comments below) during one of my many clear outs recently. I guess she would be around 16/17 years old. The photo would have been taken in her home town of Galway and I seem to remember she said she was stopped by a local photographer who asked to take her photo for the newspaper.
This is from Makkarlahti bay in Soukka, Espoo. My walking route went here one part of Espoo Waterfront Walkway.
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It was five years ago, on Tuesday September 15, that we lost her. She was a beauty and so smart and loving. We miss her always.
309/365
Remember, remember the fifth of November,
Gunpowder, treason and plot,
I see no reason why gunpowder treason,
should ever be forgot.
Now, if you will excuse me, I will get back to watching V for Vendetta because I cannot think of a better film to watch on Bonfire Night.
Full bloom wildflowers as taken on one bright autumn day more than a decade ago in Darjeeling Himalayas, India
She's about to earn some bragging rights
I'm 'bout to give it up like I've been holding back all night
Girl, take pride in what you want to do
Even if that means a new man every night inside of you
Baby, I don't mind
You can tell by how I roll
Cause my clique hot and my cup cold
My talk slurred cause I’m so throwed
And I'm wiping sweat from my last show
And he's TG and I'm XO
I'm only here for one night
Then I'mma be a memory
Say it in my ear, so I can hear what you say to me
I got cups full of that Rosé
Smoke anything that's passed to me
Don't worry 'bout my voice
I won't need it for what I'm about to do to you
Bad bitch, girl I think I might get used to you
I might have to take your number when I'm through with you
All I ask of you is try to earn my memory
Make me remember you like you remember me
Bad bitch, girl I think I might get used to you
I might have to take your number when I'm through with you
All I ask of you is try to earn my memory
Make me remember you like you remember me
A fond memory from the wonderful garden at the house where we stayed in Ballater, Scotland, last Fall.
Say goodbye
Not knowing when
The truth in my whole life began
Say goodbye
Not knowing how to cry
You taught me that
And I'll remember
The strength that you gave me
Now that I'm standing on my own
I'll remember
The way that you saved me
I'll remember
Inside I was a child
That could not mend a broken wing
Outside I looked for a way
To teach my heart to sing
A place belongs forever to whoever claims it hardest, remembers it most obsessively, wrenches it from itself, shapes it, renders it, loves it so radically that he remakes it in his own image.
Joan Didion
An image scanned from one of my colour slides and taken way back in 1976 - yes, we actually did have cameras back then and colour film - Champs-Élysées looking towards the Arc de Triomphe.
Workers via the Works Progress Administration (WPA) built these structures in Richfield County Park, the first county park in Genesee County at the time, beginning in 1938. They are still standing and going strong. They attract light-chasers for many events, especially senior high school pictures and weddings. I like taking them in b/w, an ode to their time and a way to remember the efforts of the WPA workers and especially like the early and late day light that casts shadows on the river and structures.
Der Hohe Ifen, einer der markantesten Berge in den Allgäuer Alpen ist 2230m hoch und liegt in Kleinwalsertal. Mit der Ifenbahn fährt man gemütlich hoch oder wandert nach oben, je nachdem.
Enigmatic mystery in the shape of a girl
The shape of the world
Held in your hands, mouth pressed to the forehead
Of the future, the history of you before you knew
She exists, just another piece to fit
In the mosaic of your life, a mirror held to your eyes
Showing you, there's a reason for everything she'll do
Created out of unused space for you, where there might've been a star
A flower blooms, the seeds blown on the wind, intended
To bury her roots deep within you, to prove
You're important, and needed for the universe to breathe
She is your answer, for the question you didn't know you would end up asking.
Words by Silent Lilian
The war memorial at Freshwater West, Pembrokeshire. The Celtic Cross was put in place to remember those from the local area who had died or gone missing during WW1. It will soon be time across the UK to remember those who gave their lives in conflicts across the globe. Be sure to spare a minute..
Just stop your crying, it's a sign of the times
We gotta get away from here
We gotta get away from here
Just stop your crying, it'll be alright
They told me that the end is near
We gotta get away from here
Just stop your crying, have the time of your life
Breaking through the atmosphere
And things are pretty good from here
Remember everything will be alright
We can meet again somewhere
Somewhere far away from here
We do not remember days, we remember moments
- Cesare Pavese
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=L3-baNHfj9c
I CRIED FOR YOU by Katie Melua
WHISPERS
Whisper to me the sounds of Spring; comfort me with flowers
and every lovely little thing will fade away like sea mist
on the breeze of memories and longing for a soft sweet kiss;
belonging in the arms of someone that you love
and watching gentle raindrops slowly trickle down the window
and gently touch the hand that holds yours in the night;
caressing in sweet slumber the one who brings you peace
and waking in the windswept morning that follows every storm
you find a pillow dented where once his head had lain;
a comforting reminder that all was not a dream
he left before the dawning, but did so without knowing
he fell so deeply into sleep; you never saw it coming
now walk the beach alone; your footprints on the sand,
but feel a touch upon your shoulder where once his hand had been; the sea air settles salt upon the lips that once met his
and tastes of moonlight kisses and dances in the dusk
barefeet swirling softly across the sands of time
a bird flies by your face brushing wing against your cheek
where once he held your face in hands
that promised to be with you until the end of time,
but no-one tells the future what it can and cannot do,
so we seize each precious moment and try to make it last
then we do the best that we can do to leave things in the past
until one morning it is over; this bleakness that you felt;
the sunshine paints a pretty picture; the heartache starts to melt
and you come back again to life with vigour in your step
and look at dusty photographs of that moment when you met,
but now you can let go because you know it's time to carry on
and move on down the future line where he'll always be a part of you until your dying day, but leave until tomorrow; don't give yourself away; take time to be yourself and know that love will come your way again when roses are in flower; blooming pink like candyfloss and counting down the hours;
he'll watch you and protect you and bless you with his love,
but don't forget who lay the stone foundations of your heart;
who waited while you flowered within this solid home
where love resides and never dies; where tenderness lives on;
the legacy he gave to you, you can now pass that along
to the one who waits so silently until he knows you're ready
to begin again and give your heart and know that deep inside
the love you lost and mourned was not the end, but just the start.
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November is the time to be thankful, a time to remember and to embrace those who enrich our lives. I’m thankful for a lot of things, but I’m most thankful for you.
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― Anais Nin
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